Musings on the Sacred Ivory Tusk
- ianriban
- Aug 15, 2025
- 1 min read
Although there are many things on all of our minds, we forget that which is the paramount...
The Sacred Ivory Tusk, found in the heart of the darkest jungles of Africa.
For many years my mind has dwelled on the most precious of treasures. The Tusk has eluded me ever since I laid my eyes on the manuscript of Sir Gilton. Every waking hour I occupy my mind with the power that such an artifact could bestow on me and mine. Amity could climb to the top of the highest peak... Ernest could clamber down into the very belly of our mother earth.
The one thought that persists in my waking mind is that no one man should ever have the power of the Sacred Ivory Tusk.
So I am left with a choice...
Do I establish a trusted council of wise elders who could protect this sacred vessel? Or do I destroy it when I reach the darkest heart of the African jungle?
Tell me what you think
GORPH IS REAL. GORPH IS HERE. NARY THE VAIN FOOL WHO GOES AGAINST THE COMING TIDE. GORPH WILL SATIATE HIS CRAVINGS ON THEE NON BELIEVER
Your folly is believing you have a choice in the matter. The Tusk calls you to to the heart of the darkest jungle so it may present itself as the only light. Chunks of your very soul are then blown away. The next moment the roots are bloody and your hands are painted red. Your only salvation will be found in the dimensions beyond your perception.